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Food and Fortune
Author Note: Okay...so, I'm in the middle of moving, so while this chapter is long, read it slowly cause I might not have internet for a while. *weeps*. The confrontation will be next chapter, but for now it's really a lot of sugar and Gaara being sooooo cute. Thanks for reading and reviewing.
“A Matched Set”
Chapter 5
Naruto looked up from the novel he was reading, deep, cobalt eyes settling on the clock that hung just above his television. ‘Hmmmm, it’s almost four, ‘ he thought fingers already moving to dog ear his page, ‘Better go wake him.’
He’d spent his day happily; the first Wednesday the blonde overachiever had gotten off in years. He had searched half-heartedly through the job ads and even called one of the places, but he wasn’t too anxious to find a new workspace. He had money in the bank, enough to take a sixth month sabbatical if he so wished, even if the guy sleeping in the next room had an appetite like his friend Chouji’s and took showers like his prissy friend Neji. He smiled lightly at the thought.
Naruto stood, the small smile gracing his lips. Even if the kid didn’t stay, maybe he’d get a dog. Or several. He’d forgotten how nice it felt to care for someone, to make food for more than himself and to actually sort laundry…
He padded down the short corridor to his bedroom, still dressed in his sleeping clothes, yet another benefit of having no social obligations. He knocked lightly on the heavy oak door leading to his bedroom, toes scrunching in the deep carpet as he waited.
Gaara stirred, one eye cracking open enough to see that the rain had stopped, leaving golden, late-afternoon light to pour through the windows, turning his hair to rusty flame. He shoved the covers off, his collected body heat soon making itself known, and turned his head to look at the door that was slowly creaking open.
Naruto peered around the edge, widening it as he realized his guest was awake, mouth opening to say something-then stopping.
Gaara lay sprawled across his bed, deep jade eyes lidded from sleep. His hair spilled like tangled fire across the soft blue pillows, one pale hand twirling a curl absently. The soft flannel pyjamas had twisted while he slept leaving tantalizing glimpses of smooth creamy skin bare for Naruto’s perusal.
“Um…..” The blonde muttered, blinking desperately as his speech started to come back to him.
He had almost remembered what he was going to say, when Gaara yawned, back arching, pale soft skin revealed from the movement, tiny pink tongue coming out to lick juicy bubblegum lips. Naruto gave up on speech and simply worked on stopping his erection. ‘Jesus Chri-‘
“Good morning.” Gaara said, sleep making his normally soft tone roughened, husky. He ran a lazy hand through his hair, tangling it more if possible.
“Actually, good evening.” Naruto said, grinning manically, relieved his brain had come back from that short train ride it had hopped when Gaara started speaking. He decided he was putting that mental snapshot right up on the alter that housed his Kodak of Sasuke smiling. “I was just wondering if you were hungry.”
Gaara blinked, deep red lashes lowering and raising slowly, even this tiny movement languid and sensual. He smiled, soft pink mouth curving in a shy twitch.
“Yeah, a little.”
Naruto swallowed, than grinned once more, blue eyes glinting almost mischievously.
“Okay. You keep resting, and I’ll be right back.”
The blonde slipped out the door quickly, pressing it firmly shut behind him. ‘Damn…’ he thought, a bit shaken up, ‘He’s so…cute. And he doesn’t even mean to be.’
He walked slowly back o the kitchen, one hand unconsciously ruffling blonde curls as he tried to figure out what he had for the boy to eat. The blonde hadn’t stayed to ask, because though he’d succeeded in loosening his tongue his dick had other, stiffer plans.
‘Hmm, leftover steak, lasagna from two weeks ago, a jar of pickles…’ he pawed quickly through his refrigerator, dismissing a bowl of jelly beans and a partially devoured cheesecake.
‘Ahah!’ he thought happily as his hand closed on a ceramic dish, carefully wrapped with plastic wrap from that morning. ‘Everyone loves pancakes!’
He pulled the dish out, and popped five of his Uzumaki Specialty Delicious Fantastic Homemade Pancakes in to the microwave. He smiled gleefully to himself, pulling out the strawberry syrup he used on ice cream and his treasured and often refilled jar of powdered sugar. The microwave dinged and his eyes lit up at the sound. Everyone loved pancakes.
Gaara sat up slowly as he heard the open a few minutes later. His ankle hurt, but the pain was nothing more than a dull throb, and easy to ignore after all the practice he’d had. His back was sore, but not overly so, really he felt…good. Unworried, for the first time in...well, ever. He smiled a little to himself.
“Here.” Said the man, Naruto and he leaned close, giving Gaara another whiff of shampoo or cologne or whatever made that sweet smell, like cherries linger in all the bedclothes.
Gaara looked down at the tray, then back to Naruto, pretty confusion written all over his face.
“What is it?” he asked softly, as though afraid to question. Naruto blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, and blinked again.
“You really don’t know?” he finally squeaked and then blinked again this time for another reason, as Gaara pouted and shook his head like a willful child. “They’re pancakes.”
“Oh.” Said Gaara, his face clearing. He’d heard of pancakes. Temari had some whenever she went over to her friend’s house and said they were really good. Temari had moved out two years prior with Kankuro promising to come for him when he turned seventeen, but it he’d waited two months and she hadn’t. One month later and he was here. Naruto made an impatient noise and Gaara picked up the fork resting on the side of the tray. He’d always wanted to try pancakes.
He cut hesitantly into the artistic creation, unwilling to destroy something so pretty, and brought the mouthful slowly to his lips.
Naruto watched, unconsciously holding his breath as the red head opened his mouth and popped the fork in.
Gaara chewed once thoughtfully, then almost dropped the fork, his mouth in bliss. It was heaven, the best thing he’d ever tasted. The syrup was tart and liquid, melting from the heat of the thick bread. The powdered sugar was too sweet, but the bland base of the pancake evened it out and…he moaned lightly.
Naruto watched as the boy’s mouth chewed, stilled and then parted the tiniest bit, to let out a moan. Those beautiful sea storm eyes had rolled under thick lashes and creamy lids, a tiny drop of syrup hanging on his full lower lip. His expression was one of ecstasy…complete and utter pleasure. He swallowed convulsively and Naruto’s heated blue eyes watched the fine play of muscles on his smooth pale throat.
“Oh god…” Gaara murmured thickly and picked up the fork he’d left behind on the bedspread, hurriedly cutting another piece.
Naruto gulped, and reached out, thumb swiping over Gaara’s lower lip, easily collecting the tiny drop of syrup.
“You missed a drop.” The blonde breathed, and Gaara shivered at the heat that filled his tone. Naruto brought his thumb to his mouth and popped it in, sucking off the sweet confection. The red head blinked, green eyes huge and confused, fork once more forgotten as Naruto turned and left quickly.
‘Shit,’ he thought as he stood in the hallway, breath faster and heavier than normal, ‘I wonder if he’s had cheesecake?’
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Sasuke sighed, dark eyes staring at the pale hands clasped in front of him. The breeze ruffled his damp hair, which was now blissfully free of creamer, and dusted over his skin. The bench beneath him was hard and unforgiving, much like his frame of mind at the moment. He didn’t want to feel guilty, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He kept thinking of sticky notes, creamer and that damn smile, that sweet upturn of soft, red lips that made his throat catch even though he hid the reaction well. He kept thinking of golden curls and tan skin, and that sharp jagged little laugh that sounded so jaded and so much like his own…
“ARGH!” Sasuke shouted randomly, hoping the loud sound would silence his conscience. He sighed, as the only thing he got was a few strange looks.
He stood abruptly and started walking, hands in his pockets, head in the clouds and feet moving at a brisk pace.
‘I should have tried to stop him, I should have apologized, I should have just given him the day off, I should have-‘ he paused his thoughts, feet slowing to a stop as they reached their destination.
He looked around, hoping to see a landmark, but found none, so glanced forward. Sasuke stood before a small building; titled ‘Food and Fortune’, Chinese characters for luck, happiness and general tastiness decorated the ornately gilded windows. A wave of richly scented air hit him, inspiring thoughts of sweet tangy spices and thick sauces. ‘Hmm,’ he thought, ‘I am hungry.’
He let himself in, bell over the door letting out a soft chime at the disturbance.
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“There. Comfortable?” he asked and grinned as the redhead nodded slowly, settling deeper into the plush couch cushions, offering him a small smile in return. ‘He’s completely lost that bitchy, sarcastic air, he first had,’ Naruto thought as he moved to sit down next to him. ‘He seems so comfortable now.’
The blonde reached down to fumble in the cushions for his small, grey remote, jerking as his as his hand brushed lightly Gaara’s thigh by accident. He glanced up but the boy didn’t move or even look his way.
“Hah!” he said a few moments later, clutching his prize triumphantly. He quickly turned everything on, blessing whatever genius invented universal remotes, and settled back as the loud opening music played into the air.
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Sasuke sat back contentedly, the thick carved designs of the chair pressing into his back, as small smile played across his face. The food was delicious, and his dessert looked even better.
He slid a careful fork through the rich swirl of chocolate and caramel, licking his lips as he watched a strand drip back onto his plate. Finally his day had taken a turn for the better.
He sighed, the creamy scent of whipped cream teasing his tongue. ‘I have to remember this place. What was it called again? Food and…’
“Fortune.”
Sasuke turned, watching as the stranger came and sat before him, smiling clearly, even through the odd mask he wore. “Fortune cookie for you?”
“Ah…yes, thank you,” Sasuke murmured, before scooping the first one he touched off the tray. He placed it beside his plate, and picked back up his fork, ready for chocolate paradise.
“So what brings you to Food and Fortune?” asks the man settling himself comfortably across the table from the perturbed brunette, acting as though he was completely welcome.
Sasuke blinked and opened his mouth, fully intending to say something rude and derisive, something that would shove this invasive person away, leaving him to sit alone again, but what fell out was,
"I made a mistake."
The man nodded his silver head sagely, waiting for the dark-eyed man to continue. And, much to Sasuke’s chagrin, he did.
“I was too harsh, and a valuable worker quit yesterday.” The brunette paused, snapping his mouth shut before any stupidity about sweet smiles and soft skin could come tumbling from his traitorous mouth. He glared quietly at the man before him.
The stranger nodded once more, than looked up at him, his one visible eye staring into Sasuke, holding him still, chaining him to the spot,
“You know, ‘ he started, “People are never what you expect them to be. You must look underneath the exterior to find what truly makes them tick, and not simply judge them by vapid smiles and carefree blonde curls.”
Sasuke looked up, startled from the slumped position he’d assumed, and opened his mouth only to find it now unwilling to speak at all.
“Eat you fortune cookie.” The man rose gracefully with his tray, and wandered off towards the back off the shop.
Sasuke looked around puzzled for a moment for a moment, than shrugged, chalking it up one more weird experience in a day full of flying staplers and guilt.
He stood, forgetting his chocolate treat under the weight of the conversation that had just taken place, one hand grabbing his fortune cookie reflexively as he made his way to the counter to pay.
After thanking the clerk and stepping through the tinkling doorway he paused on the step, one hand ripping easily through cellophane, and pulled out the tiny slip of paper, reading it quickly.
‘Anything worth losing, can be found.’
“OH FINE!!!” he shouted, waving his arms emphatically above his head, once more attracting stares and bemused glances. “I’ll go apologize to him.”
“A Matched Set”
Chapter 5
Naruto looked up from the novel he was reading, deep, cobalt eyes settling on the clock that hung just above his television. ‘Hmmmm, it’s almost four, ‘ he thought fingers already moving to dog ear his page, ‘Better go wake him.’
He’d spent his day happily; the first Wednesday the blonde overachiever had gotten off in years. He had searched half-heartedly through the job ads and even called one of the places, but he wasn’t too anxious to find a new workspace. He had money in the bank, enough to take a sixth month sabbatical if he so wished, even if the guy sleeping in the next room had an appetite like his friend Chouji’s and took showers like his prissy friend Neji. He smiled lightly at the thought.
Naruto stood, the small smile gracing his lips. Even if the kid didn’t stay, maybe he’d get a dog. Or several. He’d forgotten how nice it felt to care for someone, to make food for more than himself and to actually sort laundry…
He padded down the short corridor to his bedroom, still dressed in his sleeping clothes, yet another benefit of having no social obligations. He knocked lightly on the heavy oak door leading to his bedroom, toes scrunching in the deep carpet as he waited.
Gaara stirred, one eye cracking open enough to see that the rain had stopped, leaving golden, late-afternoon light to pour through the windows, turning his hair to rusty flame. He shoved the covers off, his collected body heat soon making itself known, and turned his head to look at the door that was slowly creaking open.
Naruto peered around the edge, widening it as he realized his guest was awake, mouth opening to say something-then stopping.
Gaara lay sprawled across his bed, deep jade eyes lidded from sleep. His hair spilled like tangled fire across the soft blue pillows, one pale hand twirling a curl absently. The soft flannel pyjamas had twisted while he slept leaving tantalizing glimpses of smooth creamy skin bare for Naruto’s perusal.
“Um…..” The blonde muttered, blinking desperately as his speech started to come back to him.
He had almost remembered what he was going to say, when Gaara yawned, back arching, pale soft skin revealed from the movement, tiny pink tongue coming out to lick juicy bubblegum lips. Naruto gave up on speech and simply worked on stopping his erection. ‘Jesus Chri-‘
“Good morning.” Gaara said, sleep making his normally soft tone roughened, husky. He ran a lazy hand through his hair, tangling it more if possible.
“Actually, good evening.” Naruto said, grinning manically, relieved his brain had come back from that short train ride it had hopped when Gaara started speaking. He decided he was putting that mental snapshot right up on the alter that housed his Kodak of Sasuke smiling. “I was just wondering if you were hungry.”
Gaara blinked, deep red lashes lowering and raising slowly, even this tiny movement languid and sensual. He smiled, soft pink mouth curving in a shy twitch.
“Yeah, a little.”
Naruto swallowed, than grinned once more, blue eyes glinting almost mischievously.
“Okay. You keep resting, and I’ll be right back.”
The blonde slipped out the door quickly, pressing it firmly shut behind him. ‘Damn…’ he thought, a bit shaken up, ‘He’s so…cute. And he doesn’t even mean to be.’
He walked slowly back o the kitchen, one hand unconsciously ruffling blonde curls as he tried to figure out what he had for the boy to eat. The blonde hadn’t stayed to ask, because though he’d succeeded in loosening his tongue his dick had other, stiffer plans.
‘Hmm, leftover steak, lasagna from two weeks ago, a jar of pickles…’ he pawed quickly through his refrigerator, dismissing a bowl of jelly beans and a partially devoured cheesecake.
‘Ahah!’ he thought happily as his hand closed on a ceramic dish, carefully wrapped with plastic wrap from that morning. ‘Everyone loves pancakes!’
He pulled the dish out, and popped five of his Uzumaki Specialty Delicious Fantastic Homemade Pancakes in to the microwave. He smiled gleefully to himself, pulling out the strawberry syrup he used on ice cream and his treasured and often refilled jar of powdered sugar. The microwave dinged and his eyes lit up at the sound. Everyone loved pancakes.
Gaara sat up slowly as he heard the open a few minutes later. His ankle hurt, but the pain was nothing more than a dull throb, and easy to ignore after all the practice he’d had. His back was sore, but not overly so, really he felt…good. Unworried, for the first time in...well, ever. He smiled a little to himself.
“Here.” Said the man, Naruto and he leaned close, giving Gaara another whiff of shampoo or cologne or whatever made that sweet smell, like cherries linger in all the bedclothes.
Gaara looked down at the tray, then back to Naruto, pretty confusion written all over his face.
“What is it?” he asked softly, as though afraid to question. Naruto blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, and blinked again.
“You really don’t know?” he finally squeaked and then blinked again this time for another reason, as Gaara pouted and shook his head like a willful child. “They’re pancakes.”
“Oh.” Said Gaara, his face clearing. He’d heard of pancakes. Temari had some whenever she went over to her friend’s house and said they were really good. Temari had moved out two years prior with Kankuro promising to come for him when he turned seventeen, but it he’d waited two months and she hadn’t. One month later and he was here. Naruto made an impatient noise and Gaara picked up the fork resting on the side of the tray. He’d always wanted to try pancakes.
He cut hesitantly into the artistic creation, unwilling to destroy something so pretty, and brought the mouthful slowly to his lips.
Naruto watched, unconsciously holding his breath as the red head opened his mouth and popped the fork in.
Gaara chewed once thoughtfully, then almost dropped the fork, his mouth in bliss. It was heaven, the best thing he’d ever tasted. The syrup was tart and liquid, melting from the heat of the thick bread. The powdered sugar was too sweet, but the bland base of the pancake evened it out and…he moaned lightly.
Naruto watched as the boy’s mouth chewed, stilled and then parted the tiniest bit, to let out a moan. Those beautiful sea storm eyes had rolled under thick lashes and creamy lids, a tiny drop of syrup hanging on his full lower lip. His expression was one of ecstasy…complete and utter pleasure. He swallowed convulsively and Naruto’s heated blue eyes watched the fine play of muscles on his smooth pale throat.
“Oh god…” Gaara murmured thickly and picked up the fork he’d left behind on the bedspread, hurriedly cutting another piece.
Naruto gulped, and reached out, thumb swiping over Gaara’s lower lip, easily collecting the tiny drop of syrup.
“You missed a drop.” The blonde breathed, and Gaara shivered at the heat that filled his tone. Naruto brought his thumb to his mouth and popped it in, sucking off the sweet confection. The red head blinked, green eyes huge and confused, fork once more forgotten as Naruto turned and left quickly.
‘Shit,’ he thought as he stood in the hallway, breath faster and heavier than normal, ‘I wonder if he’s had cheesecake?’
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Sasuke sighed, dark eyes staring at the pale hands clasped in front of him. The breeze ruffled his damp hair, which was now blissfully free of creamer, and dusted over his skin. The bench beneath him was hard and unforgiving, much like his frame of mind at the moment. He didn’t want to feel guilty, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He kept thinking of sticky notes, creamer and that damn smile, that sweet upturn of soft, red lips that made his throat catch even though he hid the reaction well. He kept thinking of golden curls and tan skin, and that sharp jagged little laugh that sounded so jaded and so much like his own…
“ARGH!” Sasuke shouted randomly, hoping the loud sound would silence his conscience. He sighed, as the only thing he got was a few strange looks.
He stood abruptly and started walking, hands in his pockets, head in the clouds and feet moving at a brisk pace.
‘I should have tried to stop him, I should have apologized, I should have just given him the day off, I should have-‘ he paused his thoughts, feet slowing to a stop as they reached their destination.
He looked around, hoping to see a landmark, but found none, so glanced forward. Sasuke stood before a small building; titled ‘Food and Fortune’, Chinese characters for luck, happiness and general tastiness decorated the ornately gilded windows. A wave of richly scented air hit him, inspiring thoughts of sweet tangy spices and thick sauces. ‘Hmm,’ he thought, ‘I am hungry.’
He let himself in, bell over the door letting out a soft chime at the disturbance.
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“There. Comfortable?” he asked and grinned as the redhead nodded slowly, settling deeper into the plush couch cushions, offering him a small smile in return. ‘He’s completely lost that bitchy, sarcastic air, he first had,’ Naruto thought as he moved to sit down next to him. ‘He seems so comfortable now.’
The blonde reached down to fumble in the cushions for his small, grey remote, jerking as his as his hand brushed lightly Gaara’s thigh by accident. He glanced up but the boy didn’t move or even look his way.
“Hah!” he said a few moments later, clutching his prize triumphantly. He quickly turned everything on, blessing whatever genius invented universal remotes, and settled back as the loud opening music played into the air.
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Sasuke sat back contentedly, the thick carved designs of the chair pressing into his back, as small smile played across his face. The food was delicious, and his dessert looked even better.
He slid a careful fork through the rich swirl of chocolate and caramel, licking his lips as he watched a strand drip back onto his plate. Finally his day had taken a turn for the better.
He sighed, the creamy scent of whipped cream teasing his tongue. ‘I have to remember this place. What was it called again? Food and…’
“Fortune.”
Sasuke turned, watching as the stranger came and sat before him, smiling clearly, even through the odd mask he wore. “Fortune cookie for you?”
“Ah…yes, thank you,” Sasuke murmured, before scooping the first one he touched off the tray. He placed it beside his plate, and picked back up his fork, ready for chocolate paradise.
“So what brings you to Food and Fortune?” asks the man settling himself comfortably across the table from the perturbed brunette, acting as though he was completely welcome.
Sasuke blinked and opened his mouth, fully intending to say something rude and derisive, something that would shove this invasive person away, leaving him to sit alone again, but what fell out was,
"I made a mistake."
The man nodded his silver head sagely, waiting for the dark-eyed man to continue. And, much to Sasuke’s chagrin, he did.
“I was too harsh, and a valuable worker quit yesterday.” The brunette paused, snapping his mouth shut before any stupidity about sweet smiles and soft skin could come tumbling from his traitorous mouth. He glared quietly at the man before him.
The stranger nodded once more, than looked up at him, his one visible eye staring into Sasuke, holding him still, chaining him to the spot,
“You know, ‘ he started, “People are never what you expect them to be. You must look underneath the exterior to find what truly makes them tick, and not simply judge them by vapid smiles and carefree blonde curls.”
Sasuke looked up, startled from the slumped position he’d assumed, and opened his mouth only to find it now unwilling to speak at all.
“Eat you fortune cookie.” The man rose gracefully with his tray, and wandered off towards the back off the shop.
Sasuke looked around puzzled for a moment for a moment, than shrugged, chalking it up one more weird experience in a day full of flying staplers and guilt.
He stood, forgetting his chocolate treat under the weight of the conversation that had just taken place, one hand grabbing his fortune cookie reflexively as he made his way to the counter to pay.
After thanking the clerk and stepping through the tinkling doorway he paused on the step, one hand ripping easily through cellophane, and pulled out the tiny slip of paper, reading it quickly.
‘Anything worth losing, can be found.’
“OH FINE!!!” he shouted, waving his arms emphatically above his head, once more attracting stares and bemused glances. “I’ll go apologize to him.”